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that tremendously loud kind only to be beard in tropical countries, 

 and which, friends from India have assured me, is louder in Africa 

 than any they have ever heard elsewhere. Then came a pelting 

 rain, which completed our confusion. After the intense heat of 

 the day, we soon felt miserably cold, and tinned aside to a fire 

 we saw in the distance. This had been made by some people on 

 their march ; for this path is seldom without numbers of strangers 

 passing to and from the capital. My clothing having gone on, I 

 lay down on the cold ground, expecting to spend a miserable 

 night, but Sekeletu kindly covered me with Ins own blanket and 

 lay uncovered himself. I was much affected by this little act of 

 genuine kindness. If such men must perish by the advance of 

 civilization, as certain races of animals do before others, it is a 

 pity. God grant that ere tins time comes, they may receive that 

 gospel, winch is a solace for the soul in death ! 



While at Sesheke, Sekeletu supplied me with twelve oxen — 

 three of which were accustomed to being ridden upon — hoes, and 

 beads to purchase a canoe, when we should strike the Leeambye 

 beyond the falls. He likewise presented abundance of good fresh 

 butter and honey, and did everything in his power to make me 

 comfortable for the journey. I was entirely dependent on Ins 

 generosity, for the goods I originally brought from the Cape, were 

 all expended by the time I set off from Linyanti to the west 

 coast. I there drew 701. of my salary, paid my men with it, and 

 purchased goods for the return journey to Linyanti. These being 

 now all expended, the Makololo again fitted me out, and sent me 

 on to the east coast. I was thus dependent on then bounty, 

 and that of other Africans, for the means of going from Linyanti 

 to Loanda, and again from Linyanti to the east coast ; and I feel 

 deeply grateful to them. Coin would have been of no benefit, 

 for gold and silver are quite unknown. We were here joined by 

 Moriantsane, uncle of Sekeletu, and head-man of Sesheke, and, 

 entering canoes on the 13th, some sailed down the river to the 

 confluence of the Chobe, while others drove the cattle along the 

 banks, spending one night at Mparia, the island at the confluence of 

 the Chobe, which is composed of trap, having crystals of quartz in 

 it, coated with a pellicle of green copper ore. Attempting to 

 proceed down the river next day, we were detained some hours by 

 a strong east wind, raising waves so large as to threaten to swamp 



